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This is a work of fiction.
That means it is not true.
Didn’t happen. It’s a figment. No boys were involved or harmed in
the writing of this story and no trees were sacrificed. The
author does not condone sex with boys; he just writes
fantasies about it. Further, sex in reality requires caution and
protection, but my characters won’t catch any bad bugs unless I write
them in. Be safe and legal in the real
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The references to Native American tribes, customs, history, and so on
are
totally invented, and are not intended to represent any specific tribe,
or actual customs.

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Chapter 4

We spent Friday afternoon in the canyon again,
searching for artifacts. That is, Cory and I searched. Bo
found them. Cory and I could comb a square yard or
so, and declare it devoid of anything interesting, and Bo would come
over and pluck out arrowheads, pot shards, beads, all manner of neat
stuff from the very soil we had just searched. I guess our eyes
lacked the proper training.

It was a lovely time, spent in mutual enjoyment
and
pleasure. We did not engage in any further orgies; we just
reveled in each other’s company. By the time we were ready to
leave, we had amassed an impressive little pile of finds. Bo
thought that some of them might be valuable, and others might be of
interest to the local museum. He assured us that there was
no desecration involved in picking up such items from the ground; it
was not as if we were despoiling holy ground.

So we left, tired and happy. We planned to
drop Bo off, and then regroup the next day. But when we pulled
into his driveway, his mother’s car was gone and a note was visible on
the front door. “Maybe we’ll wait until you get inside,” I said
as Bo slid off Cory’s lap. He went to the front door of the
run-down doublewide mobile and found it locked, which was a change from
the norm. We watched him take the note from the door and open
it. He started to read it and then returned to the truck.
Cory opened the door and pulled him back in. Bo showed us the
note and we all read it together.

“Dear Bo,”
it read. “I’m sorry I can’t
tell
you this in person, but its just to hard. I know I haven’t been
much of a mother for you, I know that I’ve left you alone too much,
while I’ve gone out with my friends I know that you probably
don’t care much about me or what happens to me. But I’ve finally
met the guy I’ve been looking for since I don’t know when. Once I
thought your father was the one but as soon as I got pregnant with you
he took off. But this guy -- Matt -- he’s different he
wants to start a new life with me. And I want to do that with
him. I want a chance to start over. With a clean
slate. I want to forget my past. My misteaks and my
problems. I was never ready to be a mother, and I now that was
one of my big misteaks. I’m not cut out to be any kids’ mother,
Bo, and I’m sorry for doing such a bad job. But your growing into
a young man now, and I can’t give you what you need. Your uncle
can -- you spend more time with him these days than you do with
me. And I ca’nt teach you about the Indain part of your heritage
that you want so much to know. So I’m leaving, Bo. I love
you but I can’t stay with you anymore. Your uncle will take good
care of you. Keep up with your studies, and stay away from the
drugs. I’m sorry and I love you and please don’t hate me.
Bye bye. Mom.

PS I locked the door because I dint know
when you would be home.
You know where the spar key is. Theres a note for your uncle on
the kitchen table. I love you.”

He finished reading and we all sat silent,
stunned. And just as I was searching for something comforting to
say, Bo yelled “YES! She’s finally gone! All RIGHT!!” and
wrapped his arms around Cory in a bear hug. Then he crawled
across the console to me and repeated the hug, settling into my lap as
comfortable as possible behind the steering wheel as if he did not plan
to leave.

“She’s right, you know,” he said. “She’s a
shitty
mother, and she should never have had me. She loves me, and I
guess I love her. But I don’t like her. And she doesn’t like me
either. If we weren’t blood, we’d have absolutely zero in common.”

Cory was the first to recover his wits. “So
this means you’re free,” he said, slowly. “No curfew, no one to
report to. You can do what you want. Except for your
uncle. What about him?”

Bo replied, “My uncle is cool. He’s like a
grandfather, and I can go to him whenever I want to, which is like
every day, but he leaves me as much space as I need. He’ll
be OK being my ‘legal guardian.’ Don’t you see? I’m free!”

So with his usual abrupt take-charge attitude, Bo
settled the issue before we could even figure it out. What an
incredible kid.

We drove out to my house in the boondocks. It
was a bit of a commute, but it was private. Bo jumped out to man
the gate, and I pulled on into the garage. We entered the
house. The boys wasted no time in exploring my humble
abode. “You’ve got a loft!” Cory exclaimed, climbing a
ladder. “Cool!”

I was pleased that they were pleased, but I was a
bit worried about the technicalities involved in us living here
together. And feeding them, for starters. I checked the
fridge and the freezer, pondering dinner possibilities. “Who
could eat a steak?” I called.

“I could!” “Me!” were the immediate
responses,
as two excited boys came into the kitchen.

“We can grill steaks, and bake potatoes and make
a
salad. How does that sound?” I asked.

“Cool,” they replied in unison. So we set
about making ourselves dinner. I dispatched Bo to the deck to
start the grill, and I put Cory in charge of salad. Within a half
hour, we had a feast prepared, and we devoured it, eating in near
silence as we concentrated on food rather than talk.

“Damn, that was good,” Cory announced, sitting
back
and patting his tummy, which was a bit less flat than usual.

“Yeah, it sure was,” Bo agreed, after an
impressive
belch.

We cleared the table and loaded the dishwasher
and
retired to the living room. I lit the gas fireplace, which
elicited another “Cool!” from the boys, and we all settled on the couch
to check out the TV. We went through “Jeopardy!” and “Wheel of
Fortune,” each trying to call out answers first. After we watched
some corny sitcom reruns, we found an adult movie and checked it
out. But as usual, it was hetero, and we gave up on it. By
then, Bo was yawning, and Cory was pretty wiped out as well. We
decided it was time for bed. “I have a guest room that you two
could share,” I ventured. For some reason, here in my house, I
was feeling timid about suggesting that they share my bed. Some
vestiges of middle American values, I guess. But fortunately,
neither boy shared those inhibitions.

“Right,” he affirmed. “All for one bed, one
bed for all. Isn’t that how it goes? Maybe we could
grab a shower first?”

So we headed for the bathroom. The
previous owner of my house had been disabled, and the shower was
over-size with two shower heads, allowing for additional helpers
in the stall. It was perfect for the three of us. I
announced the rules for tonight’s shower.

“Here are the rules for tonight: you can’t
touch cock with your hands, and you can’t wash yourself. Last one
in’s a monkey’s uncle!” I reached in and turned on the water;
Cory was stripping Bo, who yanked my shorts down, and as soon as his
arms were free I relieved Cory of his shirt and my own as well.
In seconds we were nude, and we entered the delightful hot water.
I reached for my soapless body shampoo and began to lather up
Cory. The exotic aroma of the fruity-tasting compound
filled the air. I squirted it on Bo and on myself. I began
by lightly spreading the thick lather all over Cory, covering his body
in aromatic suds. Bo had dropped to the floor, and was starting
on him from the bottom up, washing every inch from the tip of his toes
upward. He paid special attention to Cory’s balls and butt, and
following my rules, avoided his rigid cock, but lathered his modest
bush fully. Cory put a hand on Bo’s head when he got within
reach, gently lathering his soft wet hair. His other hand
almost randomly washed my torso and arms, flicking here and there,
massaging, rubbing, caressing. I moved downward on Cory as Bo
moved up. I rubbed the slick goo over every contour of his
perfect body, following every muscle ridge and plane and curve as if
for the first time. I reached his hips and found Bo was there
already, giving Cory’s dick a preliminary lick.

Cory and I both
reached down and pulled the smaller boy up between us. He turned
to me and continued the bath that Cory had started, while the two of us
covered him with thick suds. In contrast to Cory’s hard muscles,
Bo was soft and tender (except for where he was hard and bony.) I
reached down to lather his narrow band of pubic hair, and continued
down to his little balls, while Cory took care of his ass, inside and
out. I sat on the built-in shower seat and pulled Bo‘s head to my
lap. He happily took my solid shaft into his mouth again, slapping his
own butt as an invitation to Cory. He needed no urging, and
pointed his stiff prick between the skinny cheeks. As if guided
by an invisible hand, it glided unaided into Bo, and the younger boy
shuddered in delight.

“Hold on, Bo,” I panted, shifting my body
down to the floor and then swiveling around so that I could take care
of Bo’s own erection as he took care of mine. So we ended
up on our sides on the warm, wet floor, Bo and I sucking each other,
and Cory fucking Bo from the other side. My hands were holding
Bo’s legs, between his and Cory’s, so I could feel Cory humping him
with my hands as well as my face. Bo never stopped his talented
tongue, and as I felt Cory’s balls tighten and his legs tense, I
released my load of hot sperm into Bo’s mouth. I felt a spastic
thrust as Cory shot, his penis pumping against my hand and into
Bo. He came into my mouth then as well, his thin boycum shooting
strong and quick. We all finished, and lay gasping for
breath. I recovered first, and turned back around to face my
boys. The warm water continued to flow over us, washing the last
vestiges of suds off. We would have stayed that way longer, had
the hot water not run out.

Hastily turning off the tap, I slid back the
glass
door and then stepped out. I held soft towels out for the boys,
and we dried each other thoroughly. A quick round with the hair
dryer, and we were ready for bed. Bo entered first, a running
jump landing him in the center. Cory got in next to him, and I
followed on the other side. In what would become a favorite
position, Bo and Cory again snuggled together spoonwise, and I hugged
both of them to me. And so, our “Bo sandwich” complete, we
slept, three united souls, previously in search of each
other. We didn’t need more sex to cement our bond, although that
might be a pleasant way to start the next day.